FIONA
I was suddenly… very aware of everything. The solid warmth of him, the way that his hands had slipped beneath my cover and now rested at the small of my waist, hot through the flimsy excuse for a night gown that I had on.
Slowly, I lifted my head and found that our faces were too close. His laughter had faded and the amusement in his eyes had been replaced by something heavier.
He was looking at me like he could barely breathe.
There were cut outs around the waist on both sides of my night gown and without warning, Ethan slipped his hand through the one on the left and when I gasped, Ethans’ lips parted like he was breathing in the sound through his mouth.
The contact of his skin with my bare flesh was searing. His thumb stroked slowly across a small spot and my entire body
